Southerners

When Sa Lan walked away, the door that had been closed for a long time was quietly opened. Meng Huan was standing at the door and said, "Mr. Gao, I'm sorry for your trouble this time."

Xuan Lingzi smiled slightly when he heard the words, and said: "They are all working for His Royal Highness, why are you being so polite?"

Xuan Lingzi lifted his chin, pointed in Song Zhi's direction, and said, "Wouldn't Lieutenant Meng go to see that gentleman?"

Only then did Meng Huan turn his head, and when he saw Song Zhi sitting motionless on the ground, leaning on the vermilion pillar with her head bowed, Meng Huan's eyes changed slightly, and the hands he was holding were involuntarily clenched, but he held back Show it in front of Xuan Lingzi, and said: "Sir, please go back, I am enough for this matter."

Xuan Lingzi nodded, nodded, retreated, and closed the door.

Meng Huan was sure that he was gone, so he strode up to Song Zhi's side, first tested Song Zhi's breath and the pulse on the side of the neck, and confirmed that she was fine, but just got a little bit of incense, passed out, and then relaxed tone.

Meng Huan blamed himself a little, and secretly thought that he was reckless. He knew that Sa Lan would do something to hurt Song Zhi, but he still threw him beside Sa Lan. Huan was even more worried.

"Zi Lan." Meng Huan called softly, "Wake up."

Song Zhi remained motionless.

It seems that he won't wake up for a while, Meng Huan thought.So he bent down, hugged the man by the waist, and then yelled into the air:

"Helangsa."

A figure appeared from nowhere, and it looked like the person who was guarding outside Song Zhi's carriage at the night of the Yuanzheng Festival last time.

"Your subordinate is here." He Lang Sa knelt on one knee and said in a flat but respectful tone.

Meng Huan said: "Sa Lan, go and watch, and come back and tell me what she did, who she met, and where she went."

"Yes." He Langsa bowed his head and said, "Young Master, you..."

"I'll take him back." Meng Huan glanced at the sleeping man in his arms, his eyes softened unconsciously, but his words were extremely cruel, "If Sa Lan doesn't come back, just take her back, just don't hurt her life." , it's still useful to keep her."

Meng Huan said without blinking his eyes, as if that was not his concubine who had been in love with him for several years, but just an insignificant stranger.

He Lang pursed his lips: "This subordinate understands."

After talking with Lang Sa, he stood up, took a few steps back, and disappeared with just a dodge.

Meng Huan walked out of the Baiyun Temple with Song Zhi in his arms. He hugged a man like this, and immediately attracted the attention of many people. The inside and outside of the Baiyun Temple were still crowded with people. Everyone glanced at each other and couldn't help whispering.

The young master seemed to be holding a man in his arms, because his face was covered by Meng Huan, he couldn't see his face clearly, but the beauty was beyond skin, just by looking at the small part of his chin that was exposed, this man was determined to be unparalleled in appearance.

No matter what everyone was talking about, Meng Huan acted as if he didn't hear it, and he didn't care about anyone's gaze. He just protected Song Zhi's face from being seen, and thought in his heart: Song Zilan is too thin, why is she so light?

Meng Huan came out with Song Zhi in his arms, but there was no sign of Sa Lan, not to mention Lian Er and Aqila, and Zeno was shocked.

Lian'er trotted up and said anxiously: "Master, what's the matter with him?"

Meng Huan glanced at Lian'er, and decided to think about her loyalty to protect the lord, and not care about what Qino told him last time—it was Qi Nuo's nonsense anyway, how could Song Zhi follow her? Women flirting?

If he really knew, how could he be so slow in the face of his caring for so long?

"He's fine."

Azila is even more at a loss. Saran has always been soft-tempered, and Azila's temperament is also more docile, and sometimes even cowardly and timid. He looked at Meng Huan with wide eyes, and said anxiously: "Master, my lady." Woolen cloth?"

Meng Huan met Qino's suspicious gaze, and said: "Your master will come back later, you can follow me back to the residence now, don't ask too many questions."

Without a backbone, Azila lost his mind, twisted the corners of his clothes with his fingers, bit his lips and said: "Yes, this servant obeys the young master."

Lian Er has established a deep friendship with Azila in the past half a day, and immediately took Azila's hand and comforted her warmly.

"Master." Zeno finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Meng Huan glanced at him: "Stop talking nonsense." With his eyes, he motioned for Zeno to lift the green curtain of the carriage.

Zi Nuo pursed his lips, feeling that he had fallen out of favor, losing to Song Zhi, a Han Chinese who had only been here for a few months, and was still a sour scholar!Immediately, he felt that there was no hope in his life, but he could only do his best to open the curtain for Meng Huan.

"Master, please."

While talking here, Meng Huan held Song Zhi in his arms and did not let go. Only now did he carry her into the carriage, sat firmly in the carriage, and then adjusted Song Zhi to a comfortable position so that he could lie down. Sleep peacefully in your arms.

"Go home." Meng Huan ordered.

Meng Huan gave an order, and everyone took their positions. After a while, the carriage started running steadily.

Song Zhi fell into a deep sleep, the carriage kept shaking while running, and Song Zhi showed no sign of waking up.

Meng Huan held her in his arms, looked down at Song Zhi's sleeping face, and his teeth were itchy with anger: You are so stupid, can't you see that there is something wrong with that woman?He hit the trick cleanly.

When Sa Lan is captured, if Song Zilan is still awake, break one of her hands.Meng Huan thought viciously.

Song Zhi was always on guard in front of Meng Huan, and only when she was asleep would she appear so defenseless, as if he was trusting him wholeheartedly.

But Meng Huan knew that this kid hadn't really trusted him until now.

Meng Huan sighed helplessly, and whispered: "You, you, I really want to break my heart."

Of course Song Zhi would not respond to him.

Meng Huan felt a little distressed.

Meng Huan has seen too many good-looking faces, but this one of Song Zhi seems to have a unique attraction for him, luring him to keep getting closer.At first he didn't feel this kind of attraction, but when Song Zhi left the Meng Mansion, Meng Huan realized that he was so eager for Song Zhi to come back and come back to him.

Song Zhi's temple hair was a little disheveled, not her usual dignified appearance, her brows and eyes were quiet, and her lips were light pink that looked very kissable. Such facial features on this face were like an ink painting.

Meng Huan brushed away the broken hair on Song Zhi's forehead, paused, then lowered his head very lightly and gently, and placed a light kiss on Song Zhi's forehead.

When Song Zhi woke up, it was the next morning.

He opened his eyes in a daze, felt his head hurt, rubbed his forehead involuntarily, his consciousness was still a little unconscious, when he tilted his head, he saw Meng Huan sitting beside him.

Suddenly all drowsiness and unconsciousness were scared away.

Song Zhi was almost frightened.

He stared at Meng Huan and looked again and again to make sure that this person was real, and bit his hand again to make sure it was not a dream, so he tiptoedly lifted the quilt and moved closer to observe Meng Huan.

Meng Huan closed his eyes and frowned. He seemed to be really tired. He didn't know how long he had been here. His usually handsome and sharp face softened a bit.

Song Zhi looked at him, and didn't know what she was thinking for a while, so she didn't wake him up.

Song Zhi recalled that yesterday in the Baiyun Temple, he was stunned by Sa Lan, and he didn't know about his personnel. When he woke up, he went back to his room, with Meng Huan beside him.Needless to say, Meng Huan must have brought him back.

What about Saran?Where did she go, did Meng Huan know that she was the one who stunned him?If he knew, how would Meng Huan deal with her?

These questions lingered in Song Zhi's mind, but he just stared at Meng Huan for a moment, until Meng Huan suddenly opened his eyes and met Song Zhi's gaze.

That look was very cold, Song Zhi was startled, she quickly avoided her gaze, pretending to be bored.

When Meng Huan realized where he was and who was the person in front of him, his eyes had changed, he rubbed his forehead, and said, "Are you awake?"

Xu didn't have a good rest, Meng Huan's voice was a little hoarse, Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly let out a loud "hmm" to cover up.

Hearing his angry voice, Meng Huan smiled, leaned over and touched Song Zhi's forehead, and asked, "Is there any discomfort?"

Song Zhi felt that Meng Huan's hand on his forehead was almost scalding, so she shrank carefully and said in a low voice, "No."

Meng Huan smiled slightly, and withdrew his hand. Yesterday afternoon, he kissed him obsessively.

"I'll call Dr. Pei later and ask him to diagnose your pulse again."

Pei Ya and Song Zhi knew about it. After all, he had cured himself before. He fell asleep at the time, but someone mentioned it to him afterwards.

Meng Huan asked softly again: "Are you hungry?"

After all, Song Zhi hasn't eaten since noon yesterday.

Song Zhi nodded, "I'm hungry."

Meng Huan said: "I asked the kitchen to cook some porridge for you. You can eat a little. Let the kitchen cook you a big meal at noon."

Song Zhi couldn't help laughing: "Young Master, don't bother."

Meng Huan turned his head and told Lian Er to go to the kitchen to get the porridge, and then asked Song Zhi, "Why don't you ask how Sa Lan is?"

Song Zhi paused for a moment, lowered her eyes and said, "The young master can deal with it as he thinks he should. I think Saran is not targeting me."

Song Zhi has this bit of self-knowledge, and Sa Lan's plan is definitely not small. Judging by Meng Huan's appearance, it is obvious that he already knows it. The outcome of this matter has nothing to do with Song Zhi, it all depends on Sa Lan. Purpose and Meng Huan's mood.

Meng Huan liked his smart and docile appearance very much, stroked Song Zhi's hair, and said: "If you don't want to hear those things, I won't tell you about them in detail. In short, there will be no more Sa Lan in the Meng Mansion from now on." This person."

Song Zhi had nothing to do with Sa Lan other than the friendship she gave at the beginning, but what happened yesterday made Song Zhi's goodwill towards her already wiped out, so she didn't ask her about it, but asked: "Then What about Zilla?"

"Kicked out of the Meng residence." Meng Huan said.

"Drive away?" Song Zhi was a little surprised.

"Still in the mansion, didn't leave, waited for a few days to hand over the contract of sale and so on, then left."

Song Zhi was a little hesitant. According to Aqila's love for him in the past, she should ask Meng Huan for a favor and help her to say something nice, but Song Zhi didn't know her qualifications and status, so she came to beg for this favor. After all, Meng Huan had no reason to agree. His plea.

But Song Zhi didn't say anything, Meng Huan could tell from his expression: "Want to intercede for her?"

Meng Huan knew that Aqila and Song Zhi were close.

Song Zhi pursed her lips and looked at Meng Huan, and said hesitantly, "...is that okay?"

"Of course." Meng Huan said, before Song Zhi could be happy, he added, "But I can't promise you for nothing."

At this time Lian Er brought the porridge, Song Zhi took the porridge, ate it in small bites, occasionally wiped the corners of her mouth, raised her eyes and asked Meng Huan:

"What does the young master want?"

Some hot porridge burned Song Zhi's lips to a darker color, turning them into a deep pink with a moist luster.

Meng Huan avoided his eyes unnaturally, and said dryly: "You have to give me some benefits, right?"

Song Zhi looked at him with questioning eyes, as if asking, "What's the benefit?"

Meng Huan didn't think about it for a while, and waved his hand: "You owe it first, and I will tell you later when I think about it."

Song Zhi scooped up a spoonful of porridge and fed it into her mouth, her mouth was bulging. After swallowing, she licked the corner of her lips again and said "oh".

The author has something to say:

Lan Lan suddenly turned into a temptation without knowing it, Xiaowei Meng couldn't bear it anymore, and if she was teased again, she would turn into a wolf.

However, Lan Lan almost fell to 23333, Xi Da Pu Ben